One thought on “She began to bloom……”

  1. And sometimes you forget what you have chosen, but later having forgotten, you remember again and strive even harder, and in doing so you blossom. And your blooming incites others to bloom with you, and so a movement is born, away from grief towards something else. Something as yet un-named and only glimpsed but equally as precious as what has gone before. Strive with tiny steps my friend, don’t force it, be gentle with yourself, and it will come.

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